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I Bear the Scars
I bear the scars of my own ruination,
I conceal them behind laughter,
My hands gesticulating too fast,
Evidence of vulnerability blurred.
I bear the scars of becoming,
And of what became,
Dripping down pale limbs,
A warm psychotic rain.
I bear the scars of running,
Helter skelter through thorns,
Raging against hypodermic locust trees,
Entangled, ensnared and determined to be free.
I bear the scars of losing,
The dirt of the floor,
The excrement of the alley,
The ashes of Hell.
I bear the scars of whipping,
White hot and searing,
Across fractured body and mind,
Never quite able to escape the blows.
I bear the scars,
Both self-inflicted and delivered by maniacal hands,
A ragged cloth of raised, slithering sutures,
Long since removed.
I bear the scars,
I inhabit the form within and beneath them,
I am their canvas,
They bear witness of survival.
I bear the scars,
Not the wounds,
Proof of the living,
Permanent tattoos of affirmation.
I can be damaged,
I can be hurt,
I can be scarred.
I cannot be broken.
I conceal them behind laughter,
My hands gesticulating too fast,
Evidence of vulnerability blurred.
I bear the scars of becoming,
And of what became,
Dripping down pale limbs,
A warm psychotic rain.
I bear the scars of running,
Helter skelter through thorns,
Raging against hypodermic locust trees,
Entangled, ensnared and determined to be free.
I bear the scars of losing,
The dirt of the floor,
The excrement of the alley,
The ashes of Hell.
I bear the scars of whipping,
White hot and searing,
Across fractured body and mind,
Never quite able to escape the blows.
I bear the scars,
Both self-inflicted and delivered by maniacal hands,
A ragged cloth of raised, slithering sutures,
Long since removed.
I bear the scars,
I inhabit the form within and beneath them,
I am their canvas,
They bear witness of survival.
I bear the scars,
Not the wounds,
Proof of the living,
Permanent tattoos of affirmation.
I can be damaged,
I can be hurt,
I can be scarred.
I cannot be broken.
Published 5th Jul 2020
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5th Jul 2020 3:17pm
6th Jul 2020 1:49am
5th Jul 2020 3:18pm
6th Jul 2020 1:50am
5th Jul 2020 3:26pm
6th Jul 2020 1:55am
There comes the age when the scars can no longer be hidden, when the sleeves are not long enough, the collar not high enough, the Hem too short. Eventually, scars, like secrets, make their way to daylight. In that moment you choose to let the scars define you or if you define them.
6th Jul 2020 7:07pm
5th Jul 2020 6:44pm
6th Jul 2020 1:55am
5th Jul 2020 10:40pm
Very uplifting, you can go through a lot and come out stronger on the other side.👍
6th Jul 2020 1:57am
Indeed. That's the whole purpose of scarring, to strengthen and protect so the same place will not be so easier cut again.
6th Jul 2020 2:12am
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